Outside the palace is a large ocean. It is already night, and the dark sky is dotted with stars.
Flashes of waves kept rolling and slamming on the rocks on the beach.
Gong Mochi stood on the beach, narrowing his eyes slightly at the endless ocean, with an indescribable cold light in his eyes.
He is very complicated.
Now.
The scene of childhood flashed in my mind, the little girl in a pink gauze dress, looked angry, she snatched his necklace,
"It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, it's mine if it's not mine."
"If you buy me candy, I will marry you."
“…”
Her voice, appearance and smile were clearly flashing in Gong Mochi's mind. He could clearly feel that he liked her, and there was no doubt.
But... then why doesn't he feel that way about Xiyu...
"Damn it." Gong Mochi lowered his curse with some anger.
Suddenly, a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist and hugged him from behind.
Gong Mochi was stunned.
"She, it's not what you think, listen to me..."
Xia Xiyu's gentle voice came from behind, "I, Mu Yan and I, we..."
"Xiyu..." Gong Mochi frowned and interrupted her, "Stop talking..."
Gong Mochi gently pulled her hand away, then turned to face her, "I... didn't mind that much."
"She, what do you mean?" Xia Xiyu opened her eyes slightly in disbelief, "You said you don't mind, why don't you mind, how can you not mind, you shouldn't mind, you shouldn't mind you are me
My fiancé!"
Her questioning did not make Gong Mochi feel too much. Unclear feelings flashed through his sapphire blue eyes, "I..."
"Don't tell me that you don't like me anymore, don't tell me that you're in love with someone else!" Xia Xiyu stretched out her hand and grabbed his arm a little out of control, and her purple eyes locked him straight," Gong Mochi
!”
Xia Xiyu shouted Gong Mochi's name loudly. She rarely called Gong Mochi's name with her first name. She really lost control. "Don't forget, you came to me at the beginning, you
Tell me you like me, you believe I want to marry me, when you were sixteen, you put a candy in my palm and said I am your bride. This is a betrothal gift for me. Have you forgotten all these
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